All language subtitles for heartbeat_18e11_thursday_s_children

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Are they in front or behind? I can never
remember.

Well, it's tomorrow morning in
Australia.

This is a land to buy now. It's all
right for some, isn't it?

Wanged in a nice little trip down under
at the taxpayer's expense.

When was the last time you paid any tax?
All I'm saying is, it's a fool's

errand. That rosy cart ride will be
sunning itself on some tropical beach.

why have I heard now for the past three
months?

Not even a postcard.

An old man in Aidensfield will be the
last... on that young lady's mind,

Something's happened to her. I can feel
it in my water.

And what I want to know is, why has the
district nurse gone along for the ride?

She's looking for her brother.

Oh, don't be soft, David.

No, Nurse Cassidy is keeping an eye on
PC Mason to stop him falling into the

clutches of that CID woman.

If you ever change your mind

about leaving, leave and leave behind.

Next on The Right Show.

Bring it to me.

Here we are.

All right? Yeah.

Good luck, Carol.

I've got a feeling I'm going to need it,
Joe.

You always know how to get hold of it,
should the situation arise.

Care of the police post at Mariluba?

I don't know how to say it either.

Mariluba.

Let's hope the situation doesn't arise,
shall we?

I fear, Miss Cassidy, that you're
looking for a very small needle in a

large haystack.

You must realise that thousands of
unwanted children from the slums of

were sent over to Australia after the
war.

We haven't managed to trace any of them.

Our records show that we did indeed
process one Daniel Cassidy in 1948.

Do you know where he is?

He was sent to St Finbar's.

The first red farm school out in the
bush, where poor orphans were taught

rural trades and decent values.

After he left, aged 16... Whereabouts is
his school?

I've already taken the trouble to make
inquiries on your behalf.

None of us do remember the boy you
assumed to be your brother, let alone

his whereabouts now.

I'd still like to make contact myself.

I don't think that'll be possible.

Can I at least see his files?

Files?

This was over 20 years ago.

Let's hope the boy made the most of the
opportunities that we offered.

So many of the riffraff the mother
country were only too keen to get rid of

to the bad, despite the care of the
Order.

I'm sorry.

I could be of no more assistance, Miss
Cassidy.

Brought you a new exhibit for the
museum, Mrs Pike.

Horrible creature.

It's a talking point.

Thanks ever so, Mr Urquhart.

Tourists. In Marimba.

You mark my words, Mrs Pike. Ten years
from now, they'll be flocking here.

And what would tourists be wanting with
the wallopers?

Word to the wise, mate. Wear a hat.

Can expect of you, Detective Sergeant
Dawson.

I'm D .F. Dawson. This is B .C. Mason.

Excuse me. Aye.

I'm Sergeant Flaherty.

Nice little ticket you worked
yourselves, eh?

All expenses paid trip to God's own
country.

Rosie Cartwright is our friend.

And we don't intend to go back until we
find out what's happened to her.

I can assure you of that, Sergeant.

That'd be right.

Please, don't listen to the terrible
things they say about St Finbarth. I

believe those stories are all true.

I only just heard of the place.

Why don't they want me to find Daniel?

There might be something in the school
yearbooks.

There are copies in our library.

Can you show me?

I have to be in chapel for the next half
hour with all the other brothers.

Bill Rosie Cartwright caught the bus
west of the Iser.

Mount Iser.

Lots of nothing out there.

So, if she did go missing, then she'd
already left my patch.

It's a pretty big if, mind. Why do you
say that?

Rosie was booked on a return flight from
Perth. She never turned up, eh?

Look, lady.

Miss Dawson.

Perhaps the kid's visa ran out and she's
gone feral. It happens all the time.

Who in their right mind would want to go
back to Pommeland, anyway?

Rosie got in touch with her father,
asking him to send her travelling money

before she got on that plane.

He's been deposited in cash in her
account.

We checked.

It's not been touched.

She sent that wire from the post office
right here, three months ago.

My enquiries have established that she
definitely left Marullaba.

Well, I hope you'll have no objection to
us making our own enquiries, Sergeant

Flaherty. Look, this is a nice, quiet
place. Lots of lovely, law -abiding

citizens.

Provided you treat them with the respect
they deserve, I'm going to do nothing

to stop you fossicking around.

Thank you.

I've booked you into the rubbity -dub.

The battleship and cruiser?

The pub, the boozer.

Crikey, I thought it was you jokers who
invented rhyming slang.

No, there was a wild colonial boy. Jack
Doolin was his name.

He ran away from Ireland and to
Australia came.

He robbed the wealthy squatters and the
flocks he did destroy.

And a terror to the rich man was the
wild colonial boy.

Guys didn't tell me whether you'd be
wanting two singles or a double.

Better ask the superior officer.

Detective Sergeant Dawson, no less.

Two singles, please. Make sure they're
the best rooms with the fans and the fly

screens.

Certainly.

My son will escort you.

Paul!

This way, folks.

Are you going to tell me why two tummy
cups are fronted up in our town?

They're wasting their time, but I'll let
them find that out for themselves.

Sarge.

With them being here, there won't be any
problem if this is race meat, will

there?

I seriously doubt they're going to be
here long enough to upset the

What will they know about the state's
gaming laws?

Seriously intend to risk a few dollars
myself, lad.

Once I've had a squiz at the runners.

Good on you, Sarge.

Are you from these parts?

Cole. Born right here in this hotel.

You're waiting here?

It's paradise.

You don't sound much like a punk.

That's because I'm Scottish.

Ah, that's all right then.

You've never been to the old country
then, Cole?

Never been out of state, but I know all
there is to know about England.

Warm beer.

You know, you do sound like a Pong myth.

I live in Yorkshire.

We had a lovely Yorkshire lass living
out at Salisbury Dance till about three

months ago.

Maybe you've come across her?

Rosie Cartwright?

Ah, that was a stupid question.

Small country's pretty overcrowded,
but... We do know her.

How about that?

Yeah, no, she was beaut, was Rosie.

She even helped me fix my fan belt one
day when she was in town.

Don't come across me as she was another
way around an engine.

That's why we're here, Cole.

We're looking for Rosie.

Why? I thought she was going home.

It's got something to do with that
ratbag boyfriend of hers.

Your kind know better than to come in
here.

And you'll get no sly grog from me.

Don't put the hard word on me.

All I want is some cotton wool and
antiseptic.

I've got money, brother.

I am not your brother.

And your money's no good here. Back to
the reservation.

You've got to... One more step and I'll
blow your legs off.

I'll have the law on you. Is that so?

I wonder what the Johns will say when I
tell them I found an Abbey shoplifting.

Get out.

Oh, let's go.

So what's our first step? A trip out to
the place where Rosie and Mick Macdonald

were working.

Salisbury Downs. Mr and Mrs Patterson.

I ought to put in a call to Ashfordly.
Let Sergeant Miller know we've arrived

one piece.

It's the middle of last night, that
Hale.

So that's why I feel wrung out.

I'll wait till this evening.

Why don't you book an international call
from the post office?

I don't want Flaherty knowing our every
move.

Well, no -one told me about the way she
lied.

Well, no -one told me about how many
people cried.

But it's too late to say you're sorry.

Rosie!

Nothing wrong is there. Why do you say
that, Mrs Patterson?

She promised to keep in touch.

And I haven't heard a blessed word from
her since the day she left.

Sorry to bother you. I was wondering if
you were the F. Simmons who attended St.

Finbar's.

No?

Fine.

OK. Thank you.

I took a real shine to that young lady.

My old fella took on the jackaroo for
the season.

Mick MacDonald?

Rosie asked me if there was any work for
her.

So I started her off on the cooking and
the cleaning, but only she was game for

any hard yak of that one.

Never worried about rolling up her
sleeves and getting her hands dirty.

She was a farmer's daughter.

Was? Back in Yorkshire, Mrs Parton. And
MacDonald?

When it comes to men and women, there's
usually two sides to every bloom.

There was trouble between them? He was a
good enough worker.

Life was pie most of the time.

But he could be trouble when he was
full.

Why, he was a drinker? Every other night
by the end.

Oldest in love.

I've never been one to stick my beak
into a domestic.

But when it came to blows... She had,
Rosie.

You saw this?

Well, not as such.

But the roos in the paddock and the
kookaburras in the trees would have

the ding -dong.

I told my old man to pay him off the
next morning.

And what about Rosie?

I reckon she wasn't ready to go home.

She wanted some good memories of Oz.

Had a hackering to climb the rock.

That's why I was expecting a postcard.

When was the last time you saw Rosie?

I drove her to the bus stop in town
myself.

Did you actually see her get on the bus,
Mrs Patterson? Well, no. I had to get

back to the property, didn't I?

I left her outside the post office.

But nothing could have happened to her
in Marilla Bar.

I'm going to keep the sun off my face,
Mrs. Pike. Have you got any suggestions?

Alf, it's Joe.

Colin from Australia.

G'day, mate.

Air Skippy.

I ran him over.

Look, put me through to Sergeant Miller.

Every second's costing a fortune.

Mason?

What have you got?

Jet lag.

What's he saying, Alf?

It's about Mick MacDonald.

That wild colonial lad's not all he's
cracked up to be.

Any word from Joe?

Who is it?

The manager, Miss Cassidy.

You know Dr Cunningham?

About some advert you placed.

Oh, really?

What kind of services might you be
offering in my motel, Missy? Don't be so

stupid. Did he leave a number?

We need to haul MacDonald in for a
little chat.

What's he done, Sergeant?

Weatherby, ask him politely if he
wouldn't mind taking the time to come

the station and answer a few questions.

Yes, Sergeant.

Give us a pot of the amber fluid, Lou.

Ah, cripes.

That'll bring a brown dog back to life.

How's about another, Lou?

Two pints, please.

Listen, love, why don't I bring you a
couple of nice chill pots into the

eh?

You're refusing to serve me because I'm
a woman.

Don't tell me this is the law of the
land.

Well, not exactly, no, but we don't want
to frighten the horses, do we?

Miss MacDonald!

Allow you to accompany me to Ashfordly
Police Station.

What's this about, mate?

I think you know very well.

Come with me, please.

Come on, Rachel.

When in noise.

This is a point of principle, Joe.
You're not going to back me up?

You can tell a man who boozes by the
company he chooses.

And I have no intention of remaining in
the presence of these drongos while

there's a lady present for once.

Madam, in the spirit of hospitality...

and hands across the sea, would you
allow me to accompany you to the refined

atmosphere of the ladies' lounge?

If you would allow me to buy you a
drink, Mr... Okay.

With pleasure.

You're not going to want this.

Dr Cunningham?

Yes, I'm the one who placed the notice.

You do?

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

When can we meet?

Queen Adelaide Tea Rooms?

Wonderful.

Would you mind stepping in here, please?
Is it there already?

This way, please.

How many times?

I went north and she took off
travelling.

Amicable separation, was it? We split
up. It happens.

By mutual agreement?

I love that girl.

You know, when I came back to England, I
thought she was going to be back here

and I was kind of hoping she might find
it in her heart to forgive me.

I was going to propose to her.

Do you know an Ada Patterson?

Of course I do. Me and Rosie worked on
her old man's property.

Mrs. Patterson had stated that your
behavior towards Rosie Cartwright could

be described as physically abusive.

As she, your care.

Oh!

Banana bender!

We're at the Nambour suite.

Look, he'll work the floor with the rest
of the field.

What's the colt with his form doing in
our little picnic race?

I won't say we didn't have our problems.
What colour does it?

And you thought I gave you the right to
hit her?

You think the sun shines out of your
little local girl? Well, let me tell

you never knew her like I did.

You never saw what... what she put me
through.

So you admit it.

You were violent.

If I was, she drove me to it.

Swear, Alf.

If that... That sheriff, if he's on the
hair of Rosie's... Calm down, Jeff.

You're not telling me why you dragged me
in here about an argument that happened

three months ago and 12 ,000 flaming
miles away. All you have to do is to

account for your whereabouts the day
after you were sacked from Thorsbury

Why are you asking me? I don't know.

What's happened to Rosie?

Why isn't she back here? You just tell
me where you were the day after she got

onto that bus.

You are the advance party.

Ten years from now, folks from your part
of the world will be flocking here for

their holidays.

It just so happens I own this bonzer
block of land.

Just right for tourist development.

All it needs is water and electricity.

We have a very heavy schedule, Mr Oak.

Do yourselves a favour.

Get in on the ground floor.

I hope you're not thinking of leaving
the district.

I may wish to talk to you again.

You could at least offer me a lift back
to the farm.

What do you think this is? A taxi firm?

I'm giving you a lift as far as Aden's
filled, lad.

It's six miles away from my billet.

Take it and leave it.

Why have you let him go, Sergeant?

We've a telex to send to Australia,
young man.

If Mar Patterson said it happened, it
happened. I'm not disputing.

And if your girl had had the sense to
lodge a complaint, I'd have been more

willing to show that mongrel what I
think of a man who resorts to his fists

his mouth would suffice. But she didn't.

Mrs Patterson never saw Rosie get on
that bus.

Granted.

But your problem is, I have found
another reliable witness who did see

Cartwright get on the bus and leave town
for sure.

Miss Cassidy?

Dr Cunningham at your service.

Fancy a damage here?

I suppose so.

What's that?

Thank you.

Yes, she bought a postcard, a stamp for
Great Britain.

She wrote it, then she gave it to me to
post while she went for the bus.

Was there anybody with her, Mrs Pike?

Any man?

Not that I saw.

But you definitely did see her board
that bus.

And the bus set off with Rosie on it.

Not that it got very far, as I recall.

That was the day the big rain came.

First we'd had all year.

The day Jindalong Creek broke its banks.

I'm what you might call one of St
Finbar's success stories.

There aren't too many of us, believe you
me.

What kind of medicine are you in, Dr
Cunningham?

Well, I'm no quack.

I'm a doctor of philosophy.

Excuse me, but you look a lot older than
my brother.

He can't be any more than 30.

I never said I was in the same year as
Daniel.

But my mate Marty was. I gave him a bell
after I saw your advert.

He remembers him well. He was in the
footy team with you and Daniel.

Wasn't it cricket?

A real old rounder was Daniel Cassidy.

The bus would have been held up until
the emergency service was cleared the

next morning.

What did you all do that night?

Some would have called home and gone
back to town.

Someone stayed at the roadhouse, which
is what I did.

I'm a dump.

Remember that smile.

Don't get too many English travellers.

That's Rosie Cartwright.

Did she stay at the roadhouse?

Can't say for sure.

What I do know is that she never got
back on my bus when I set off next day.

You're certain of that?

That didn't bother you?

Why would it?

She had an open touring ticket, as I
recall.

I thought she wasn't the only one of the
passengers who dropped off.

I reckon maybe someone must have given
her a ride back into Marilla Bar.

Now, I've got us to make up time, folks.

We've seen this.

So Mick still could have gotten a hold
of Rosie.

Yeah.

I'd like to know where MacDonald was
when that business started.

Does your friend know where my brother
is now?

He's making inquiries.

He suggests that we might meet up later.

That'd be great, Dr Cunningham.

We could come over to your motel, shall
we say, this afternoon?

Yes, please.

What's your room number, Carol? Eleven.

Okey -dokey. Ah, no, it's not such a
bright idea.

Now, Martins Holden's in for a service.

Easy to meet in town.

Why not here again?

About two?

Of course.

Oh, no, no, Doctor, I'll get this. I do
appreciate what you're doing for me.

My very great pleasure.

Tooroo. Bye.

You'll send me over a copy?

Sergeant Clarity, Marillabar Police
Station.

This, um, telex from your Sergeant
Miller says that Mick McDonald swears

that he drove straight up north to a
tobacco farm on the Tablelands.

Well, that was the foreman of the
plantation that took him on.

He's sending me the employment records.

McDonald's story checks out. What did I
tell you? You're barking up the wrong

gum, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I can't understand I get misty just

holding your hand

Walk

my way And a thousand violins

begin to play For it might be the sound
of your...

Maybe Flarty has a point.

Maybe Rosie has gone AWOL in the
outback.

Who in their right minds would want to
go back to Pommieland?

And you?

I know what he means.

This guy is important now.

I know this was Rosie's last confirmed
sighting.

So, trip to the roadhouse?

See if anyone saw her there?

Only.

Only.

See you in a minute.

What, blow his off the windshield?

Nice falcon.

He's a hiker.

Happy on business.

Yeah. He comes to Jindalong for
pleasure.

What are you doing out here at this time
of night?

I couldn't sleep.

I haven't had a decent night's sleep for
weeks.

I've got a bad feeling about all this.

When did you ever have a good feeling
about anything, Bernie? Just go to bed.

Getting wound up like this, it'll only
make matters worse.

We're not going to see her again, you
know.

Two burgers, please.

No, mate.

There's a scene just... Yeah, I can do
you meat pies.

They're cold, but... I'm Joe Mason.

Jack Merida.

No secret?

Jack.

Do you remember the day the river was
flooded?

When the bus got stranded?

Why wouldn't I? This business we had for
months.

Well, I'm looking for an English girl.

Did she stay here that night?

What's this got to do with you?

She's a friend of mine.

Never clapped eyes on her, mate.

Was there anyone else working here that
day?

Dad! This girl stay here when the creek
bursts its banks?

No, Dad.

You sure about that?

Would I forget serving breakfast to a
good -looking bird like that?

Would you mind if we saw your register?

What do you think this is, mate?

The Outback Blessed Hilton?

Monday morning feels so bad.

Is that it then?

Let's see what more we can do here.

I think we're going to have to cast our
net wider.

I'll wager a tenner on Banana Bender to
win at starting price odds.

Play the game, Urquhart.

Five other runners.

What do you think about this Banana
Bender?

Tried and tested.

That's what.

Word to the wise.

After Gloria's career, I grant you, that
horse is past it.

They're only bringing it out here to
give it a run before they put it out in

long yard.

Voice from you is like a reverse
barometer, you old brown snake.

Let's make it 20.

Yes,

sir.

Banana bender.

I consider this not so much of a flower
as a dead shirt investment.

25 on the nose.

I'll have you this time, Lou.

And the whole town with me.

Anything to report?

Why am I not surprised?

So you'll be leaving us?

There is one last thing you can do for
us, Sergeant.

I would like to satisfy myself that
there have been no other reports of

missing in the area. Nothing of the sort
in the last four years since I've been

stationed here. But what about before
you came to Marilla Bar?

It would set my mind at rest if before
we went you had a look through the

records. Son of a crook.

Anything to get you is out of my hair.

They could have given us a fair warning.
It's the busiest time of the year.

All the rooms are booked for the Marilla
Bar picnic, right?

But, uh, put a cod up for your friend.

Question is, uh, which room?

Carol?

Put it in Joe's room.

Looks like our jolly swagman's alibi has
checked out.

Best let him know he's off the hook.

No, not you.

Younger.

I'm sure I can trust you to deal with
this professionally.

I must be a complete and utter idiot.

I've been conned.

I've been robbed and I'm no nearer
finding someone who might or might not

brother in the first place.

It's okay, Carol.

You're with us now.

Hang on, Jo, we've still got work to do.

Sorry, I'm so busy thinking about my own
problems, I don't even ask.

Any news about Rosie?

No, not much.

All we've achieved is eliminating
McDonald's from the frame.

Jo, this is police business.

Well, I'm glad of that.

I could never really believe Mick was a
bad one.

Well, then I wish you'd have shared that
valuable insight with us before we

wasted our time coming out here.

What do you want with me this time?

I've come to inform you that you've been
eliminated from inquiries.

Have you found Rosie?

No.

Rosie told me you carried a torch for
her, young 'un.

But it was me she went off with.

If anything has happened to her, I'll
still hold you personally responsible.

I'm warning you, MacDonald.

You might not think it, but when I'm out
of this uniform...

I'm a man like any other.

Not just a copper.

We've got work to do, Jo.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Can I help?

No.

If I were you, I'd take this opportunity
to top up your tan.

Fine. I know when I'm surplus to
requirements.

Might as well take a dip in the Pacific
Ocean while I'm here at least.

Good idea.

Watch out for sharks.

Don't ever say I haven't got your best
interests at heart. Well, you know, I

might have come up with something for
you after all.

Now, five years ago, a Mrs. Adams made
an inquiry about a student who'd been

staying with her, a friend of her
daughter's, Janet.

Now, it seems that this young lady left
Maroolaba for sure, but never made it to

her home in Frio, Fremantle, Western
Australia.

Near Perth.

Well, Roger was supposed to fly back
from Perth.

Belongs like Rosie.

Sarah Wagner.

Was she ever found?

That I don't know.

And if she did go missing?

3 ,000 miles between here and the Indian
Ocean, mate. That's right off my patch.

Is this Mrs. Adams still around?

No, she's dead.

But her daughter?

Still lives in the town. She's a Janet
Murray now.

She's married to a great fishing mate of
mine. His name's Trent.

Can fix anything electrical.

Can we go and see her?

No, you go and have some brekkie. I'm
going to give her a bell.

It's okay, sister. Not too late.

What are you doing?

Vinegar. It'll stop the swelling.

Now, this may hurt.

Ow!

My elders teach us that every living
creature was put on this earth for a

purpose.

I never did find out the reason for the
box jellyfish.

Jellyfish?

Almost too small to see, big enough to
kill.

I'm so sorry.

I thought you were trying to attack me.
Yeah, well, beautiful blonde woman,

scary black fellow.

Thank you so much.

You're Liv.

I'm Carol, from England.

I'm Nev, from here, before this place
was called Australia.

I've come halfway around the world on a
wild goose chase.

I can't even go for a dip.

I'm sure you can.

I've just gone into the Pacific Ocean
this time of the year.

You're best to stick to the fresh water.

Then you're best to watch out for the
crocodiles.

Tell you what.

There's a water floor up near my mob's
place.

Got my ute up there.

Want me to drive you out for a swim,
sister?

Oh, um... Oh, okay.

I understand.

Actually... Yeah.

Why not?

Thanks.

You

hear

many of these creatures around here?

More every year.

But this is the big daddy of them all.

The cane dog.

Perfect symbol of man's arrogance in the
face of nature.

And a few years from now, these things
will be all over Australia.

Which is so, so sure you reap.

What is this evil stuff doing here?

This land was free before, barbed wire.

By the way, you know anyone by the name
of Carol Cassidy?

Chops and eggs?

Kitchen's closing.

Yeah, sounds great.

What about your girlfriend, Joe? Does
she want any tucker?

Girlfriend? The, uh, the blonde.

Carol? Thing is, there was this, uh,
weird hippy -dippy bloke with a

would you credit?

He, uh, he was asking about her.

Well, I haven't seen Carol since she
went down to the beach.

The beach?

What's she doing there?

She went for a swim.

In jellyfish season?

Anyone who's not a total Glandos has no
swimming allow.

These missing females could be anywhere
between here and the Indian Ocean.

It's not as if any bodies were ever
found around here.

Do you think he knows anything?

Somebody knows.

Somebody got to Rosie.

Somewhere near here.